Concept: a character designer who’s horny on main but only horny for his male characters and not his female characters
Female characters: *short fat woman, tall thin lanky woman, average height woman with muscles a lil chub, woman with a pear shaped body, old hunched over woman, non humanoid character*
The henchman drew herself up to her full height, and for the first time in her employ looked the villain right in the eye. “With all due respect, sir, I am not going to kill the hero, and no one else is either. Not even you.”
There was a long, dangerous pause. “That doesn’t sound like you think much respect is due at all.”
“That’s because it isn’t.” She raised her chin. “So go suck a dick. Sir.”
By the description of him driving the moneylenders from the temple, we can also tell that he fit inside the temple, which gives us an upper bound as well as a lower bound on his size.
It’s been said that Jesus Christ was larger than a baby but smaller than a temple
he says it right there he’s made of bread and wine
No but ten year old Bill and nine year old Charlie getting stuck with baby Harry during Order meetings.
Neither of them knowing what to do. He’s so small. So chubby.
Bill so specifically remembers smushing his little face, a face that’s so tired and worn when they finally meet.
But Charlie, Charlie remembers his eyes. Specifically, he remembers telling Lily she has pretty eyes like Harry. He remembers the way they crinkled up into a smile when he said it. He also remembers those same eyes, albeit behind glasses, wide in terror as the looked at a Hungarian horntail.
There are so many things that people don’t tell Harry that they know about him, and it takes him years after the war to slowly start picking up those pieces.
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